"What did you not tell me?" I asked, looking at the leaking milk.
"My lord, when the Demon God Lilith cursed the men of this world so they couldn't get erect, couldn't breed, she also cursed the women of this world to leak milk from their nipples without even getting pregnant, without having any children."
"What? What does that achieve?" I asked.
"It was her cruel joke," she said, looking down, feeling worthless. "Reminding us every day of what we could never have, the warmth of a child at our breast while we dripped uselessly, mocked by our own bodies. Every woman in Zenith has been like this for twenty years. Our breasts swell and leak milk constantly, full, with no baby to feed. It's constant pain and humiliation. We feel it every morning, every time we move, every time we see ourselves in the mirror. A reminder that we are broken, that our bodies betray us, producing milk for children that will never come."
Her voice cracked a little at the end, eyes downcast, hand still wrapped around my cock but strokes slowing as the memory hit her. Milk kept dripping from her nipples, small streams running down her tits, pooling at the undersides before dripping to the floor. Her body trembled, not just from arousal anymore, but from the weight of what she'd carried for two decades.
I squeezed her tits again, gentler this time, watching more milk bead and trickle.
"Lilia..." I breathed, thumb brushing a nipple, making more milk leak out in a slow white trickle down the curve of her heavy breast.
"You don't have to feel worthless now," I told her, voice low and steady. "Your milk won't be useless anymore. I'm here, and I'm gonna make you pregnant with my child."
Lilia looked at me like she couldn't believe I said that, like the words were too big, too impossible to be real. Her eyes went wide, shimmering with sudden tears. She had summoned me here to save this dying world. She had seen countless men fail before me, men who got hard at first but couldn't finish, couldn't break the curse, men who screamed and died or were taken away forever.
But the way I said it, with such confidence, like it was already decided, made her cry with happiness. Real tears spilled down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the sweat and the milk on her skin.
"Thank you, my lord," she cried, voice breaking as she hid her face in my chest again. She couldn't believe she could actually get pregnant. After twenty years of her body betraying her, leaking milk every day, aching breasts with no baby to feed, constant reminder of what was stolen, she finally had hope.
Her hand stayed wrapped around my cock, fingers trembling now from emotion more than lust, still stroking slow and gentle like she was afraid to let go.
I wrapped my arms around her while she cried into my chest, holding her tight. Her naked tits pressed against me, milk smearing warm and sticky between us. Her sobs were quiet, muffled against my skin, shoulders shaking.
I could feel every hitch in her breath, every tear that fell on my chest. She clung to me like I was the only solid thing in her world right now.
I was determined to make sure she got pregnant and I passed this trial without fail. I was gonna give the women of this world that hope which was stolen by Demon God Lilith. No more useless milk, no more empty wombs, no more twenty years of waiting and pain.
After crying into my chest for a while, she put her hands on my arms and looked at me with those needy eyes.
"Please breed me, my lord," she said, now fully accepting what she wanted.
That look was everything.
Her eyes were wet from tears but burning with hunger, lips parted and trembling. She looked at me like I was her salvation, her hope, the only man who could give her what she'd been denied for twenty years. I pulled her into a deep kiss, wild and wet. We both used our tongues like we wanted to devour each other.
Her mouth was hot, desperate, tongue sliding against mine. She moaned into the kiss, hands clutching my arms tight, nails digging in as she pressed her naked tits against me harder.
I slowly pulled her robe down from where it was already pooled at her waist, guiding the silky fabric over her hips and down her legs as she lifted her arms, until it slipped free and fell to her feet. Then I lowered my own shorts and threw them aside. There was no need for clothes when our bodies were already burning with heat.
Now Lilia was fully naked in front of me. She wasn't wearing anything under her silky white robe. The way her mature body looked in the firelight was unreal, her milky boobs heavy and full, still leaking thin streams of milk that ran down the curves and dripped from her hard pink nipples.
Her soft navel, slightly rounded from age, led down to wide hips that were perfect for me to breed her raw. Her thick thighs pressed together slightly, hiding her pussy but showing the wetness already glistening on the inner skin. Her dark hair fell loose over her shoulders, messy from crying and kissing, framing her flushed face.
I was fully naked too, my dick pointing straight between us, rock hard, veins thick, head swollen and dripping precum in long strings that stretched and broke with every throb.
Milk still leaked from Lilia's boobs from arousal.
I pulled her by her hips and pressed us tightly together, our naked bodies flush, her soft belly against my abs, my hard cock trapped between us, pressing up against her lower stomach.
Then I put her boobs in my hands and started licking the streams of milk like I was starving.